Sebastian had hardly forgotten the fae king that had so bewitched him that evening upon the sidewalk. How could he really? That evening he spent within Dorian's embrace stood out with such a sharp contrast against the multitude of other nights he had indulged within. And yet, despite that growing affection for the royal fairy, Sebastian had woken up entirely alone. It was hardly a surprise really, the vampire had known he would when he felt the moon begin to set upon the horizon. To those with Dorian's stature, creatures like him were but the occasional bed warmer. It was hardly a slight against the fairy, rather, Sebastian simply saw it as the way things were - especially from the era that the pair had once inhabited. Sebastian knew this with such certainty and so, he had made no effort to attempt to track down the fairy, much less indulge in any lingering thoughts of attraction. It was difficult to distance himself but he had done so before in the past with others and would certainly not fail to do so once again now - instead filling a nameless sea of beds that were forgettable in comparison. It helped him, in some way, to remember his place. He was but a one night stand - nothing more.

She, was hardly better than he really. She was drunk, sloppily so, regaling him with a tale of how her boyfriend broke her heart when she found him in bed with her best friend. He could certainly see how it was a dejecting story and thus he'd made it his intent to see her mood lift, offering her the pretty words that she so lusted for. She giggled at him, her fingertips reaching out to brush against his clothing out of a want he surely encouraged. She stumbled into him in that moment and briefly a warm simper brushed the vampire's features. "Careful there, dollface." He cooed at her, entirely oblivious of the man near them until a single name echoed through the night. Sebastian froze for a moment, entirely forgetting the young woman in his arms. There was but one individual that called him by that name - one whom Sebastian certainly could not forget, one far more favorable than this girl whose name he couldn't even remember. It took him a moment to locate Dorian's figure in the dim glow of the evening and when he did, Sebastian made a point to greet him exactly as he should. His head nodded ever so slightly, a simper flushing across his features, "Your Grace." He replied softly, the entirety of his attention upon the fairy, entirely unaware that the woman in his arms couldn't see him.

The chuckle on Dorian's lips caused Sebastian's gaze to turn rather guiltily towards the female beside him, a single glance alone told his instincts that she was easy prey. She could not fight him. She was easy to manipulate and, frankly, her blood alone would give him a small buzz that she was already completely undertaken by. "I am not." He admitted after a moment's contemplating, entirely unaware of the thoughts that too lingered upon the mind of Dorian himself. Such wants, such adventures would entirely have been embraced by the vampire if the Englishman had any indication of what had momentarily occupied Dorian's fantasies. For now, however, his gaze only turned back towards the fae as he begun to speak again - interrupted only by the young woman whom had stepped away from Sebastian in a quizzical fashion. Momentarily, the vampire's gaze darted too towards the woman though his own surprise stopped him from really making an efforts to catch her - not that he was particularly attached enough to her to truly try. For a moment, he simply stared at the young woman as she settled on the dock, his lips pressed together with a small touch of disappointment. So much for his meal.

"No..." He admitted finally with a sigh, reaching up to run his hand through his dirty blond locks. "They certainly are not as they were in our age. I had hoped she'd at least stay conscious long enough to get to her home." Alcohol certainly made his lifestyle tricky - some were able to drink till morning come and others could scarcely stand on two feet after one glass. It would seem that she fell into one of the latter categories. "I'm afraid I can't just leave her here." Sebastian stated after a moment's consideration. He could hardly deny the lingering want to, however. Dorian was far more enticing to him then the female crumpled at his feet and yet...social graces required otherwise of him - god damn them. Still, despite what he should do, he found his gaze slowly wandering back towards the King, inquiring with a creeping curiosity he could not deny, "What are you doing in such seedy parts of town as this?"